It seems to start out slowly, taking over all that my resting mind is doing. Eventually, I find myself frantically, hyperactively, busy. I'm tired and unfocused as the dream begins.. all I know is i must concentrate, must steel my will and do my absolute BEST at whatever this is.. failure has the feel, the urgency of death..

As this dream unreels, I realize I'm doing this important thing and I'm not even dressed, not even ready.. I'm in my bath-robe, or worse, as if i woke up late.. I fear discovery's embarrassment, but its now or never.

It's not immediately clear, but soon I reolize I'm trying to juggle something, to keep something up in the air, like a baloon that will pop if it touches anything but me.. but this baloon is partly full of water and behaves erratically.. I calculate angles, solving non-linear equasions of balance and trajectory until i find myself at the point of exhaustion.. finally, at the end, it turns out it's not a ballon at all but that like Archimedes, i am holding up the world... I wake up tired and unrested, like i worked all night.

Who knows what part of us works within our dreams?